[There's the sound of flipping pages as he opens his notes to a particular spot. What was the name... ah.]
Renee was one; she has a bit of a rasp. Colonel Miller has military training, so I'm sure he could teach you a few things, and he's got a deep sound with a clipped accent. There was another younger woman who claimed to be a healer, but I didn't get her name, I'm afraid. She seemed very particular about magic, so I suppose there's no guarantee her skills are the mundane sort that can be taught.
[The rest... the rest he hasn't seen around or heard from for a while. He makes marks next to their names in his notes, now that it's been brought to his attention.]
[He does his best to take all of this in, focusing first on the names, then realizing that Altius is giving a description of each of their voices, which is both thoughtful and helpful. Renee, Miller, a younger girl. Oddly, he'd probably enjoy learning from a woman or someone younger than him moreso than a military man. Less potential for triggers...]
That's helpful, thanks. Wow, you're taking notes on everyone, huh? Very thorough.
[The thought is one he's had as well, but at least writing things down helps him feel productive—something that he clings to when he feels so useless otherwise.]
It may be. When I arrived here, I realized I couldn't recall the entirety of my experience in that other world. I know we all worked to understand it over the months I was there, but whatever we may have found is obscured.
Probably not. It's fine, I'm trying to turn my brain into an all-in-one encyclopedia, map, and contact list. Not exhausting at all. [He chuckles, mentally rattling off those names again: Renee, Colonel Miller. Repetition strengthens memory; that's how he was always trained. Over and over and over until you get it right.] Keeps me busy, anyway.
[This time the laugh that comes out of him is a trailed-off, sympathetic thing.]
Well, we have nothing but time here, apparently, and that sounds like a decent enough way to spend some of it. Don't be afraid to get in touch if you need a reminder or two, though.
[That said, he should probably get back to it, and he folds his notes and rises to his feet.]
[Close enough. Zekarion can simply move around him if he's in the way.]
Oh, don't worry, I'll be coming by to make use of your services. [Antiseptic will be invaluable here—and hell, maybe he'll see if Tox can't make something to knock him out if and when the insomnia becomes unbearable.] You'll probably get tired of me soon enough. Until next time, Mr. Tox.
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Date: 2026-04-11 08:51 pm (UTC)From:[There's the sound of flipping pages as he opens his notes to a particular spot. What was the name... ah.]
Renee was one; she has a bit of a rasp. Colonel Miller has military training, so I'm sure he could teach you a few things, and he's got a deep sound with a clipped accent. There was another younger woman who claimed to be a healer, but I didn't get her name, I'm afraid. She seemed very particular about magic, so I suppose there's no guarantee her skills are the mundane sort that can be taught.
[The rest... the rest he hasn't seen around or heard from for a while. He makes marks next to their names in his notes, now that it's been brought to his attention.]
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Date: 2026-04-11 09:26 pm (UTC)From:That's helpful, thanks. Wow, you're taking notes on everyone, huh? Very thorough.
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Date: 2026-04-11 09:43 pm (UTC)From:Well, my memory has been tampered with. It seemed like a wiser decision than to rely on my mind alone. But I'm glad to help.
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Date: 2026-04-12 03:15 am (UTC)From:[Tox isn't entirely certain a notebook would help- how can he trust that what he writes in it is actually true, if he could be hijacked at any time?]
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Date: 2026-04-12 03:59 am (UTC)From:It may be. When I arrived here, I realized I couldn't recall the entirety of my experience in that other world. I know we all worked to understand it over the months I was there, but whatever we may have found is obscured.
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Date: 2026-04-12 05:07 am (UTC)From:... I'd probably take some notes too, if I could.
[His memory is getting a workout these days, though he's somewhat used to it from his work in espionage.]
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Date: 2026-04-12 03:36 pm (UTC)From:Yes, I imagine that does help them, along with all of the reality-breaking. [He shakes his head at himself before continuing.]
I wish I had some idea to offer you, but I don't know if carving into anything would be a good use of your time.
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Date: 2026-04-13 04:28 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2026-04-13 10:58 pm (UTC)From:Well, we have nothing but time here, apparently, and that sounds like a decent enough way to spend some of it. Don't be afraid to get in touch if you need a reminder or two, though.
[That said, he should probably get back to it, and he folds his notes and rises to his feet.]
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Date: 2026-04-14 04:43 am (UTC)From:Okay, thanks. And uh... If there's anything I can do for you in exchange for all of this, let me know.
[He's not sure how likely that is, given how useless he is generally, but please... He needs Tasks too.]
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Date: 2026-04-15 03:00 am (UTC)From:Oh, don't worry, I'll be coming by to make use of your services. [Antiseptic will be invaluable here—and hell, maybe he'll see if Tox can't make something to knock him out if and when the insomnia becomes unbearable.] You'll probably get tired of me soon enough. Until next time, Mr. Tox.
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Date: 2026-04-15 04:10 am (UTC)From:Mister Tox? Wow, so businesslike. Still, the respect afforded by it makes him smile just a little, as does the thought of being useful.]
I doubt it. See— ugh. Have a good one, Altius.